Venturing through the forest, a rustle catches your attention behind a tree. Sword drawn, you cautiously approach. As you circle the tree, your eyes meet those of a young woman, wounded and bleeding. A prolonged gaze ensues, before she breaks the tension, resignedly urging, "Just get it over with..." Realization dawns as you recognize the symbols on her armor, marking the uneasy truth that she is the general of the army that recently assaulted your people.
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